Death Takes A Holiday Supernatural Novelas e Histórias

‎One wrong move and your head might be gifting space in all it's bloodied glory while you watch in high spirits. ‎However, it all added to my plan. I wasn't bought on the lie that my parents were different from how I remembered them to be. They must've killed them for nothing and decided to paint a picture to the public. I was going to get them back for it. Using the leader of Veil, I will hunt down everyone involved in their deaths. Then I'll kill Kiean and his brothers. If I play along, no one would suspect a thing. Death picked the wrong test subject to mess with.

"I'll take over the case. Tell the brass that this is an irregular case." "Irregular?" The coroner's face twitched when she heard what Aria said. She had heard about such cases before, but this was the first time she had come across something like this. Did that also mean that supernatural forces dwell in the world? They were avid believers in materialism. Everything boiled down to science in their worldview. Aria glanced at the coroner, tapping on her phone again. "Yeah. It's an irregular case. I have reason to believe that someone hypnotized the deceased through the internet and made him take his own life."

He asked in a deadly voice. ******

Lucas said as he tried to chime in a little sarcasm “We just need to dump her body where people can see it and identify it, I know it doesn’t sound pleasant but for the sake of her mom” Roman exhaled before crashing on the couch “But what if we do that and she later wakes up? Guys Sophie is more powerful than any of us her, I say that we give her a few hours and maybe she’d jerk right up. What do you think?” Harley suggested “I’m pretty sure a person is confirmed dead when their heart stops beating but I might take your theory on her being a supernatural which means we should definitely wait a little” Lucas agreed

Placing his body within the tree, I pulled Olivia close as the tree closed around him. “Back to mother earth to be reborn. May your journey and your next life not know the pain and suffering as this one did.” We stood there for a while in silence, finding comfort in just our embrace. “I think everyone would understand if we cancelled Christmas.” Olivia shook her head. “This is the first Christmas I can be with you guys. The first of, hopefully, many. Death is simply another journey. Another flower blooms when one dies. Death is only sad to the ones left behind, but not for the ones moving forward.”

And the pieces she'd torn apart with her own hands this time were her final leverage. I was already dead. But her descent into hell was only just beginning. This birthday banquet might be her final celebration. "That deserves a toast," I thought. Soon, the guests began to arrive. They kissed Esme on the cheek, showering her with warm wishes. Not one of them mentioned my name, except for the old family butler, Brendan Pace, who asked softly, "Where's Claudia? Why don't I see her?" Dad gave a derisive snort. "She's dead!"

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

What had been a place of celebratory cheers now echoed with the mournful sorrow of death. Death—a joy snatcher, claiming lives where, when, and how it pleased. An inevitable appointment no one could escape in our world, no matter how far they ran. But something about this death unsettled me. It was clear this wasn’t a natural cause but rather a sinister ploy. Was someone lurking in the shadows, using Sia as bait? The town crier announced once again, “Sorrow, sorrows! Fallen is Sia’s might. Sorrow, sorrow, as she is denied final rites.”